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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Wings,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.