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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Stooges to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.