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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.