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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.