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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Monolake,
Magma,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.