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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.