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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.