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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.