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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.