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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.