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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.