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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.