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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.