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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Can,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.