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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.