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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.