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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Wire,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.