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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.