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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.