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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.