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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.