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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.