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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.