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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.