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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Organ,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.