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 Nauru and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.