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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.