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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.