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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.