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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.