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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.