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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.