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 Mexico and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.