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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.