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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
The Names,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.