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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Wire,
The Index,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.