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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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?
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.