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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.