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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.