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 Guinea 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.