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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.