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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
New Order,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.