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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.