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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.