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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
DNA,
AZ,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.