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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.