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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.