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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.