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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.