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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.