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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.