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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.