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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.