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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
New Order,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.