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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.