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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.