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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.