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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.