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 Slovakia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.