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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Public Enemy 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.