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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.