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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Swans,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Faust,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.