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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
ABC,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.