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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Index,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.