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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Nas,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.