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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.