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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.