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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.