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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.