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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.