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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.