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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Japan,
Darondo,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
X-101,
The Gories,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.