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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.