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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks 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?
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.