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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Gong,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.