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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Slave,
Swans,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.