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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.