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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.