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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.