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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.