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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.