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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Q65,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.