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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.