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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.