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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.