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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.