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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.