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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.