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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.