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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.