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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.