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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.