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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.