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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Scion,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Nico,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.