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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.