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 Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.