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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.