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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.