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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Smog,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.