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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.