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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.