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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.