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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.