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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.