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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
The Saints,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.