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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.