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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.