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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.