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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
JFA,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.