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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.