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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.