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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
The Sound,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.