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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.