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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.