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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.