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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
ABBA,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.