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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Magma,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.