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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.