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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.