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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.