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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.