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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.