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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.