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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Remains,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.