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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Brick,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.