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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.