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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
MC5,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.