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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.