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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Cluster,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Yaz,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.