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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.