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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.