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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.