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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.