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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Associates,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.