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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.