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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.