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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.