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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
X-101,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.