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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.