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 Armenia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.