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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
the Association,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.