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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
UT,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.