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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.