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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.