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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.