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 Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.