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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.