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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.