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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.