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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Swans,
Excepter,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.