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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.