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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.