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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.