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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.