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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Angels of Light 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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?
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.