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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Crime,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.