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 Chad 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.