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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.