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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.