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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.