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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.