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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.