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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Index,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.