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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.