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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.