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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.