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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.