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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Wings,
Urselle,
New Order,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.