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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.