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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.