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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
June of 44,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.