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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.