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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Section 25,
Franke,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.