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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.