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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Pole,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.