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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.