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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.