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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Sparks,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.