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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.