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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.