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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.