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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Japan,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.