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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.