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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.