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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
The Human League,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.