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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.