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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.