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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.