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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Technova,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.