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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.