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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.