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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.