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 and from Toronto.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.