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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.