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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.