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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.