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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.