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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Mars to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.