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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.