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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.