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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.