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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.