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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.