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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.