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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Wings,
The Residents,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.