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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.