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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Franke,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.