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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.