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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.