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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Television,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.