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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.