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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.