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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.