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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.