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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Organ,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.