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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.