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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.