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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.