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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.