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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.