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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.