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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.