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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.