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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.