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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.