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 Sweden 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.