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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.