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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.