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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.