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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.