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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.