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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.