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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.