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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.