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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.