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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.