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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.