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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Aswad,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.