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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.