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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.