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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.