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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
The Gories,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.