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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.