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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.