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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the grunge 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.