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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.