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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.