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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.