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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.