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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.