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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.