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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
JFA,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.