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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.