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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.