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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.