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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.