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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.