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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Crime,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.