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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.