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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Mars,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.