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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.