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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.