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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.