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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.