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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
10cc,
The Busters,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.