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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.