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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.