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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.