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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.