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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.