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 Lebanon 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Organ,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.