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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
The Sound,
The Index,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.