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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.