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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
cv313,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
World's Most,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.