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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.