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 Bahrain 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.