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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.