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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.