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 Cyprus 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.