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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.