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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.