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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.