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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 organ 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 The Index 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.