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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.