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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Nico,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.