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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
John Cale,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.