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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.