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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.