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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
UT,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
CMW,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.