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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.