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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.