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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.