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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.