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 Sudan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.