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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.