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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
UT,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.