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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.