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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.