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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Dave Gahan 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.