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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.