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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.