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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
CMW,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.