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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.