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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
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 The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.