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 Guatemala 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.