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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.