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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.