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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.