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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 organ 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 MDC to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.