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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.