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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.