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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.