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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.