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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
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