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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.