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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.