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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.