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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.