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 Iran and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.