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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.