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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.