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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.