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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Television,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.