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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.