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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.