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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.