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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.