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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
The Fall,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.