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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Organ,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.