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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.