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 Angola and from Manila.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.