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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.