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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Can,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.