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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
CMW,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.