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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.