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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
UT,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.