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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.