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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.