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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.