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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.