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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.