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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.