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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.