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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.