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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.