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 Pakistan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.