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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.