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 Spain 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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.