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 Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.