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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.