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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.