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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.