Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.