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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.