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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.