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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.