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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.