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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.