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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.