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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Smog,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.