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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
DNA,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.