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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.