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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.