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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.