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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.