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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.