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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.