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 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Magma,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.