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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.