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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Japan,
ABC,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Index,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.