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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.