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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Pole,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.