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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.