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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Erasure,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.