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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.