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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
The Fall,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.