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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.