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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.