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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.