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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.