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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.