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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.