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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.