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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.