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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.