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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.