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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Japan,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.