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 Swaziland 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.