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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.