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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.