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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Human League to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
June Days,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.