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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.