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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.