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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.