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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.