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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.