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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
The Litter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.