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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.