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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
X-102,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.