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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.