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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Franke,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.