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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.