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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.