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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.