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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.