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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.