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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.