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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Nico,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.