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 Hungary and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.