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 Saudi Arabia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.