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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.