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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.