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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.