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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.