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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Lalann,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.