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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.