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 Iran and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
MDC,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.