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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.