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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.