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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Faust,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.