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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
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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.