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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the funk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.