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 Haiti and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Cowsills to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.