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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.