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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.