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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Skriet,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.