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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.