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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.