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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.