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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.