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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.