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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.