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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
AZ,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.