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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.