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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.