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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Visage,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.