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 Palau 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.