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 United States 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.