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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.