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 New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.