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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.