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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Skriet,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.