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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.