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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.