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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.