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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
X-102,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.