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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.