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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Shoche,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.