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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.