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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.