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 China and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Monolake,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.