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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
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.