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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.