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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
UT,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.