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 Albania and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.