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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.