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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Monks,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.