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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.