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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.