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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
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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.