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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Swans,
the Slits,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.