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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Visage to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.