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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.