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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.