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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.