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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
June Days,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.