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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.