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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.