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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.