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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.