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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.