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 Luxembourg 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.