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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
X-101,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.