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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
ABBA,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.