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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.