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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.