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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.