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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.