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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.