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 Andorra 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.