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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
The Index,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.