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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.