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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.