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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.