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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.