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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.