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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.