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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
June of 44,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.