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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.