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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.