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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scion,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.