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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.