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 Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Television,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.