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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Motions,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.