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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.