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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.