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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.