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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.