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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Scion,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.