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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.