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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Sparks,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.