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 Syria 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.