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 United States and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Can,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.