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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.