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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.