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 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.