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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.