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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
UT,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.