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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.