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 Malta and from Paris.
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 Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Franke,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.