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 Nepal 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.