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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Can,
The Victims,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.